Friday, November 25, 2005

Terry, I like to screw [Football Content: Apologies (II)]

There's something viciously ironic about a world where George was granted only the most fleeting of glimpses of this.

I suppose we can at least say with a fair degree of certainty: it's what he would have wanted.



Don't know George? (nabbed from Casino Avenue)

6 comments:

OldHorsetailSnake said...

I wonder what took so long....

Ivy the Goober said...

Oh, I thought he was a soccer player. Just kidding, I know that's what you call football. He was very cute, and I love his chin! Was he your favorite player? Sorry if he was. I'm not making fun. (But maybe I'll have one less glass of wine tonight...)

deanne said...

Eh. I'll be hunted down by angry football fans for saying it, but I'm glad he's finally dead.

He so did not deserve that liver transplant.

Rob said...

Deanne, I'm so with you. Frankly since he stopped footballing he seems to me to have been nothing but a cock so I'm a bit dismayed by the sudden sainthood he's recieved in the light of his final demise.

The last couple of days of his life were quite funny news-wise, though. They were rather running out of ways to say "George Best: Still Not Dead" so there must have been whole teams of journalists breathing a great sigh of relief and going home to their families on Friday.

Celebrity. Gotta love it coz it ain't good enough to hate.

Curly said...

Our local, The George, was rammed with blokes on the night of his death. I wish he could have waited until I'd left Cardiff so I could avoid such a dick-fest.

Huw said...

A moving collection of tributes there.